I upgraded Habari to the latest 0.7, where all of the plugin configuration has changed, and I put my site into maintenance mode while I was doing it so that visitors wouldn’t break stuff while I was working.
And I forgot to turn off Maintenance Mode.
Duke Littleton invited a select number of guests - only 40 couples or so - to attend a cocktail party on the night prior to the public opening of his new exhibit at the Rocks. His scavenged collection had created quite a stir in the media, and Roberta and I were among the couples lucky enough to score one of the coveted invitations.
Our fortune likely had less to do with our rung on the social ladder that the fact that Duke and I were the sole survivors of our ill-fated camping trip to the Adirondacks during our graduate years at university. I won’t relive the experience now by its retelling, but please suffice with the explanation that we’ve had a deep bond ever since. Where Duke’s typical Littleton family aloofness inspires him to recognize this bond by issuing invitations for me and my wife to the occasional social function, I fear my recognition of the same is merely in accepting them.
I’ve been reading a lot about the Palm Pre for the past few months. Let me say that a different way: I’ve been reading a lot about the Palm Pre for the past few months. As last week wound to a close, I started dreaming about the Pre, waking up in a sweat because my dreams had me stepping to the counter at the Sprint store after waiting in line for days only to find that they had just run out of stock. It was a terrible bit of business, but that’s all over now.
What’s been bugging me about all of the reviews I’ve read lately is that they have a particular character that I find suspect. There are several types, but most of the reviews I’ve read have a large subset of a particular set of traits.
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A quick update on the weekend’s shenanigans – Berta and Abby went camping with the Girl Scouts over Friday night, so Riley and I had a boy’s night out.
I picked up Riley from school early, and we headed to the movie theater to see Up. It was good. The movie is about a guy named Carl who meets a girl, falls in love and makes a promise, and the promise becomes an adventure; one that drags along an unsuspecting Wilderness Explorer named Russel. It’s a good movie, in the traditional Pixar style. Much better than Wall-E. The beginning of the movie is very sad.
I mentioned at the end of yesterday’s “Work Should Feel Wrong” entry, one of a series on my personal principles, that today’s principle is the hardest of the bunch to describe.
Roll the clock back to my college years (hey, it's not that far...) and visit one of my Calculus study sessions with Brian. For whatever reason, Brian always went to class and needed help with the homework, and I never went to class and helped him with his homework. Be that as it may, it was during one of these sessions that we discovered this principle - more of an axiom - about the number zero and it's strange properties.